bittersweetlove's Clan

Many dragons who venture into the eye of the Twisting Crescendo never return to see the light of day, to feel the cool welcoming wind of the Cloudsong. However, those rare few who make it back alive speak of a place where the line between the living and the dead are merged. A place ran by grim reapers, bringing souls to rest, and prophets of the eleven come to hide from the very dragons who shunned them. Many outside of the Crescendo brush off their tales, labling them insane, as the ones who return speak only in riddles, and in strange languages no one seems to be able to understand. It's not rare for one who has returned, to fly back and never be seen again.

It's only a story. It's only a tale to tell hatchlings on dark, moonless nights..

However, when you fly near the Crescendo on such a night, it's not surprising to see dancing lights, and the silhouettes of dragons coloring the inside of the twisted storm.

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